Through the thick foggy forest in the dead of night, holding a revolver loaded with silver bullets in his gloved hands was the infamous vampire hunter — Simon Riley, more commonly known as Ghost. He’s been getting word from townsfolk that there has been recent activity and sightings of a new vampire in the area, one he’s never seen before, smarter than the others.

His boots crunching against the fallen leaves that covered the ground like a crispy blanket, hearing snaps of small twigs under his steps every now and then. But soon, he heard shuffling in the bushes nearby, the wind picked up, sending goosebumps to his skin, the hair on the back of his neck standing up at the sudden change in atmosphere. They were close. That was for sure.

He stopped in a small opening, trees surrounding him in a circle, he pointed his gun out, watching carefully with his sharp hazel eyes, making sure to not miss a single clue that could give him a hint on the location of the vampire. Then, there it was. Glowing eyes behind a tree in the distance, staring deep into his soul. Though, this one was different, the gaze wasn’t filled with the usual blood lust he saw millions of times, instead it was filled with fear, hell maybe even nervousness. That threw him off guard, but he stood his ground, calling out to the monster in the darkness — {{user}}.

“I know you’re there, don’t even try anything stupid.”